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Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To the Memory of the Household It Describes

This Poem is Dedicated by the Author

Late in the season the world digs in, the fat blossoms
hold still for just a moment longer.
Nothing looks satisfied,
but there is no real reason to move on much further:
this isn’t a bad place;
why not pretend

from A Ballad Upon A Wedding

© Sir John Suckling

I tell thee, Dick, where I have been,
Where I the rarest things have seen;
Oh, things without compare!
Such sights again cannot be found
In any place on English ground,
Be it at wake, or fair.

Against Complaint

© Roddy Lumsden

After the Yoruba

Though the amaryllis sags and spills

Sonnets from the Portuguese 1: I Thought how Theocritus

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years,

Hotel François 1er

© Gertrude Stein

It was a very little while and they had gone in front of it. It was that they had liked it would it bear. It was a very much adjoined a follower. Flower of an adding where a follower.
Have I come in. Will in suggestion.
They may like hours in catching.
It is always a pleasure to remember.

An Apology for the Revival of Christian Architecture in England

© Geoffrey Hill

And, after all, it is to them we return.
Their triumph is to rise and be our hosts:
lords of unquiet or of quiet sojourn,
those muddy-hued and midge-tormented ghosts.

Cynthia's Revels: Queen and huntress, chaste and fair

© Benjamin Jonson

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Madrigal: "Like the Idalian queen"

© William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

Like the Idalian queen,

Her hair about her eyne,

Paradise Lost: Book X

© Patrick Kavanagh

So having said, he thus to Eve in few:
"Say, Woman, what is this which thou hast done?"
To whom sad Eve, with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
Confessing soon, yet not before her Judge
Bold or loquacious, thus abash'd replied,
"The Serpent me beguil'd, and I did eat."

Beowulf (modern English translation)

© Pierre Reverdy

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings

of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes

© William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

Constantinople

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight,
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight.

In Love, His Grammar Grew

© Stephen Dunn

In love, his grammar grew

rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell

The Bachelor’s Soliloquy

To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

Stolen Pleasure

My sweet did sweetly sleep,

And on her rosy face

Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the Study

© Thomas Hardy

He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
A type of decayed gentility;
And by some small signs he well can guess
That she comes to him almost breakfastless.

Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle II: To a Lady on the Characters of Women

Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most Women have no Characters at all."
Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,
And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair.